Frail body twisted,
into a crooked knot of bones
and flesh beneath the painting
Crook of the arm lay bent
across his forehead
blood of the body trickled into
his still open eyes

His face was tilted towards
the object of his fury
some overnite lovechild
will take care of him

You wanna make it to the highway
make it to the highway
and get a ride
Take the light out of his eyes
Reach out to pluck me from the sky
Take the light out of his eyes